In 27 years I've drunk fifty thousand beers & they just wash against me like the sea into a pier

Due to living in a state of oblivion most of the time, I've only recently caught on to the trendiness of beer...living amongst the calorie counting set in college meant that my only option was vodka and soda. Gross.

My generation seems to spend an extraordinary amount of time thinking about the best dive, which generally means a healthy combination of cheap beer, townies and hipsters...and a jukebox who's play list has been approved by Daytrotter. It's fairly futile to even consider this a valid pursuit living in DC, since there are about 2 places that fit these criteria, but that doesn't stop me or my friends from pretending. I was overwhelmed with shame and timid excitment when I was given some PBR junk from one of DC's more legitimate dives, The Red Derby.

I started thinking about this topic thanks to a post on A Continuous Lean...a blog for the modern dandy...in which the author proclaims his love for Miller High Life.

It seems the folks at Men.Style.com have been holding a popularity contest for “blue-collar beers” and my beloved High Life is trailing both Pabst and Yuengling. All I can say is what the fuck! I’m a High Life man and High Life men don’t take this sort of thing lying down (hmmm, unfortunate idiom there). So head over and cast your vote for the High Life. Only pussies drink Pabst and Yuengling.

Every recession obsessive loves the high and the low...which might explain why the online editors of these men's fashion rags are making such a spectacle of this vote. The results are amusing. The editors' top three are Yeungling, Schlitz, and Hamm's. Readers have chosen Old Milwaukee, Yuengling and Miller High Life.

But go vote...why not...I have a friend who is lobbying for Iron City to become the next hip beer. It's in 5th place right now, we can do better than this.